[Deha] World Starlight

Millinery wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and Harry bit into a turkey leg to see Hagrid kiss Professor McGonagall on the cheek.

Draco took two Christmas puddings and Harry each had one.

When the dinner party was over and he was about to leave the auditorium, Draco ordered Harry to leave a large pile of things that had been blown out of the colorful firecrackers on the table.

"If you leave them here, people who need them will naturally take them away," Draco pulled Harry, who was reluctant to part with the flashing explosion balloons, and left the restaurant without looking back, "like those who came from the color bag A guinea pig popping out of a firecracker would be just what some guy needs for Christmas dinner."

"You mean Mrs. Norris?" Harry asked, stepping back and forth.

Draco made an expression of course.

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You want to have flawless friendships, and you may never find them in your life.

——Li Ka-shing Classic Quotations (Internet)

☆、Christmas MattersⅤ

"Hey, Harry." When Harry pulled Draco past the Gryffindor table, George or Fred called him, "Are you full? Let's go down for a snowball fight?"

Although Ron and Neville didn't say anything, their eyes were shining.

Harry suddenly discovered that the Weasley twins are always interested in all kinds of games, and they always play better than others.

"Snowball fight?" Harry repeated excitedly, then turned to look at Draco.He was looking at Harry with a shrug, and blinked.

"Okay." Harry agreed immediately.

Draco: "..." He felt as if he had heard something wrong.

The Hogwarts castle, the playground, and the tops of every tree are piled up and covered with thick snow.Especially in the playground, apart from a few wide roads cleared by Hagrid to connect the various castles, there are only a few shortcuts that the students stepped on.

Harry and the others stood in the snow, but Draco stood on the flat road not far away, looking at them calmly.

"Hey, Draco," Harry asked him, bending over with a smile, "want to play?"

There were still snowball remains in his hair, his gloves were wet from the ball of snowballs, and were frozen hard, and his robe was even more horrible, especially the position of the buttocks - he had previously avoided an oncoming Snowball sat in the snow.

Draco shook his head, his face flushed with cold.But even though he was cold, he was still full of disgust for this kind of rude behavior.

Fred looked at Harry and Draco, then at Ron and Neville's natural look, and winked at George.

"I think that Malfoy is not bad, and he is easy to get along with when he is with Harry. Compared with the Slytherins and the Warringtons, Psyche is much more peaceful."

George smiled at him, but said nothing.

"I think if we really do it... we can ask Harry to help expand the Slytherin sales circle, after all, no one will have trouble with skipping candies."

Fred began to imagine a bright future without bounds, but George poured cold water on his head: "Brother, we have no funds." George rolled up a snowball in his hand, "Let's not talk about expanding to Slytherin , we can't even get enough supplies in Gryffindor."

He slammed the snowball in Draco's direction, but was dodged, and was given an eye knife.

"Little devil, come on." George said directly to Draco, regardless of whether the eye knife was open or poisoned, "Since you are Harry's friend, you are also our friend, and I don't care about you." Said something about us behind our backs." He scratched his ears and thought for a while, "Anyway, today is Christmas, and there are not many people in the school. Even if you are worried about being a real person, it is not so coincidental that a Slytherin student will see it." your turn."

"Hmph." Draco sneered, "How can I be afraid of something that Harry isn't afraid of."

However, despite the indifference and disdain for George's invitation in his tone, Draco walked into the snow field that represented joining the battle after hesitating for a moment.

Almost at the same time, a snowball from Harry flew towards the back of his head.Fortunately, the snowball was loose, and by the time Draco realized it, some of the snow that had fallen on his neck had already melted.

He turned around to see that Harry had run far away, sticking his tongue out at him.

Angrily, Draco grabbed a ball of snow and ran after Harry.

The Weasley brothers laughed and clapped their hands, and Neville and Ron couldn't stand up straight.

It can be said that Harry’s snowball was the one that broke the boundary between Gryffindor and Slytherin (of course, it was only between a few of them). Draco played crazy with them all afternoon, and the playground was full of Their cheerful laughter.

In the end, they were so cold that their clothes were wet and their hair was frozen into strands.Harry sometimes felt like his top and bottom lashes were freezing together.

Persecuted by the severe cold, they finally planned to return to the castle.

Harry and Draco said goodbye to the others in the foyer, panting down the long stairs back to the Slytherin dungeon.There was no one in the common room. I don’t know if it was because of Christmas. The green and silver decorations always felt more vivid than usual. A Christmas tree full of all kinds of strange things was placed at the very end of the room. middle.

Harry sat down in the armchair closest to the fire, and was just about to fork a piece of baked potatoes on the table in front of him when Draco pulled him up by the collar.

"Go up and get a change of clothes and take a shower." Draco looked at the collar he was holding in his hand with disgust. "You have nowhere to touch your hands."

"You still grabbed me by the collar if you can't do it." Harry rolled his eyes and stood up, "When you were playing Quidditch with me when you were young, why didn't you tell me when you got off the broom and lay on the lawn and couldn't get up? I didn't dislike you at all."

Draco was speechless by Harry's words, but he didn't relax at all when he grabbed Harry to take a bath.

After taking a bath, my whole body is hot, and even eating tastes better.

Because of the intense consumption just now, Harry and Draco ate some sandwiches and scones and fruit.Harry felt too full after eating an apple and was a little sleepy.But he still insisted on eating another pudding, although he didn't taste it at all.

Draco sat in the armchair opposite him and watched him, thinking about what had happened on Christmas Day, and suddenly felt that Christmas at school was quite interesting.In particular, the friends Harry had made before were not as he imagined. Although they were still very different from the little wizards he thought came from serious wizarding families, they couldn't be said to be nonsensical.

"Go to bed, Harry." Draco finally couldn't help suggesting when he saw Harry sitting on the chair, dozing off with his eyes closed while holding the pudding in his hand.

"Tomorrow's pudding is mine too." Harry muttered as he stood up and dropped the pudding into his mouth, "but I can give you half of all my candies and chocolates."

Draco glanced at him and suddenly smiled.He smiled and said, "Okay, I love your chocolate the most."

Harry glared at him.

It was the happiest Christmas Neville had ever had.No grandma who is still serious even at Christmas and a house with little decorations, just a variety of food and laughter.However, Neville has been tossing and turning since he fell on the bed after dinner. He roughly estimated that he should have been tossing and turning on the bed for two hours, and he kept repeating and thinking about these things that happened since the beginning of school, Nicole Flamel.

The Bludger that seemed to kill him in the Quidditch game - Nicole Flamel.

Hagrid's faltering but serious expression every time he asked - Nicole Flamel.

……

Neville felt like he was going to be driven crazy by this Nicole Flamel, but unfortunately he was the main breaking point in these things... because they really didn't know the other news.

He felt that if he could not find a way to find out who Nicole Flamel was today, he would not be able to sleep peacefully.

He glanced over at Ron.Ron was stuffed with turkey and cake, and he didn't feel that Nicole Flamel was a problem that he had to solve immediately, so he fell asleep almost as soon as he lay in bed, and the sound of snoring rang in his ears regularly. , making him even more upset.

Neville leaned out from his bed, and outside the window was a peaceful night, with a round moon hanging in the sky, emitting a gentle brilliance.

It's Christmas, Neville thought, and everyone is very happy, and the professors have been drinking a lot, so—

Neville tiptoed out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out of Gryffindor Tower alone.

Therefore, this night must be a relatively safe night.

Harry suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Draco who was sleeping soundly.

His usually meticulously groomed hair was loose and disheveled, covering half of his face.The eyes that usually show some biting emotion from time to time are closed, making him look like a real, and somewhat cute, ordinary little boy.

And what about yourself?

Harry sighed, fumbled on the bedside table for his glasses, and sat up in bed.

Get out of bed, put on your shoes, and take the Invisibility Cloak out from under the bed—this is what Harry does before he goes to bed.

Harry walked out of the room softly, then closed the door carefully without making a sound.

The hallway was still bright, but there was no sound at all, and Harry felt he could hear the tinny sound of shoes hitting the ground with each step, which made him nervous.

"Relax, Harry," he said to himself, "it's not the first time you've done something like this anyway, so there's nothing to be nervous about."

But unfortunately, this comfort obviously has no obvious effect.

Down the stairs, through the common room, through the stone wall after saying the password, the sudden drop in temperature made Harry wake up suddenly.

Harry thought about what he was going to do.Neville, without an invisibility cloak, probably won't risk coming out after curfew, so he's going to the library to open the Nicole Flamel page in the book about important wizards from 600 years ago. Lanffindor portrait hole?

Harry had a vague idea in his mind as he climbed the stairs, step by step, in soft slippers.

He wrapped the cloak tightly around his body and walked towards the library.

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In your life, everyone brings you different surprises.

——Mao Ba feels emotional in this chapter (that is, I made it up--)

Recently, the lazy author has procrastinated again and seems to die, but the next chapter has not yet been typed

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☆、Mirror of Erised I

The library was dark and eerie.Harry stood in the doorway, standing on tiptoe and looking in through the gap in the bookshelf.

There was a lamp, moving like a small bright spot among the bookshelves, and at the same time illuminating half of a dark figure - Neville carried it across the rows of bookshelves.

The lights slowly move towards the back of the library.

Harry watched as the two dots representing a lamp and Neville jumped up. It was the movement of Neville holding up the lamp to shine on the books after stepping over the rope separating the restricted area.

Harry took a deep breath, turned around and under the protection of the Invisibility Cloak, he quickened his pace and walked along the path he remembered, getting faster and faster until he was almost trotting in the end.

Neville felt a bit at a loss. There was no book in his sight that had Nicole Flamel or similar words written on it. Although there were some peeling and faded bronzing letters, it spelled out words that he couldn't understand. words.Some books don't have titles at all, so even in the Restricted Section, the titles still don't make sense.

Neville picked up a few books at random and looked through the catalog carefully, but still found nothing.

Although he felt powerless, he knew where he had to start.Neville placed the lamp carefully on the floor and looked along the bottom of the bookshelf for a book that looked like it might be related to Nicole Flamel - he pulled out a thick black and silver volume.

As Harry had predicted, a high-pitched, deafening, hair-raising scream echoed down the corridor before he had run far.Harry's heart rose uncontrollably, and it was stuck in his throat.

Neville, who was in the restricted section, quickly closed the book and stuffed it back on the shelf, but it kept screaming in the shelf.Neville understood that this book had pushed him into a dangerous situation, Filch or other professors might be attracted...Neville stood up, ran out along the bookshelf without taking the lamp, and then Following the light in the corridor outside the door, he ran out of the library.

Everything happens in an instant.

Neville ran into the shadows of the corridor directly across from the library - where Harry had just walked.And Filch had already run to the library, and Neville's heart rose to his throat. Although he was very scared, he couldn't stop here, or he would be discovered soon!

Neville tried his best to keep his footsteps as light as possible, and walked towards the darker corridor. His strong heartbeat shook his eardrums. Neville covered his mouth and tried his best to control his breathing... He didn't know where he ran, but The voices of Filch and Professor Snape reached his ears from not far away, and Neville became even more frightened, but he calmed down under this extreme situation.

Neville tried his best not to make a sound... Through the faint light outside the window, he could see that there were many rooms in the place where he was, and the door of the room on the left was opened a crack.Neville entered the room cautiously, listening intently to the sound of footsteps approaching outside the door.

The footsteps did not stop, and they gradually walked away.

Neville, who was still in shock, looked at the room that saved him from danger. He thought this room should be one of the many abandoned classrooms in Hogwarts. A large number of desks and chairs were piled up in the corner, but on the other side of the wall On one side there was something out of place in the room—a very grand looking mirror.Reaching the ceiling, it has an ornate golden frame, supported by two claw-shaped feet, and an inscription on the top: Eris Stella Ohruait Ubi Kafruait On Woh s.

Of course Neville didn't understand what the words above the mirror meant, maybe Hermione would?He thought for a while, and when he moved his gaze down from the top of the mirror, he was horrified to find that the mirror that had only vaguely reflected his figure just now clearly reflected three people.

Yes... Neville covered his mouth and looked blankly at the man and woman beside him in the mirror. Their appearance seemed to be engraved in his mind, as vivid as the photo beside his bed.

"Mum?" Neville's voice was shaking. "Dad?"

Harry was hiding in a dusty corner under the Invisibility Cloak, careful not to make too much noise, although he knew Neville wouldn't notice if he made a small noise...but he didn't want to disturb Neville.

Harry looked at Neville standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, looked at his trembling body, listened to his choking voice... The long-abandoned room smelled of dust, and the cold crept through the windows and climbed up his body .

For the first time, he felt so clearly the powerless and profound sadness about him, about Neville and the so-called fate.

Harry watched Neville immersed in the Mirror of Erised, watched him press his hands tightly against the mirror glass, as if going in to be with them... while he stood silent in the corner, as if bound by a heavy fate , he wanted to do something, but sadly he didn't know what he could do.

Or he felt sad because he knew he couldn't do anything.

After an unknown amount of time, Neville, who had to leave, finally left the room reluctantly.There was a slight "squeak" when the door opened and closed, and at the same time, a heavy sigh came from the seemingly empty abandoned house.

Wearing the Invisibility Cloak, Harry dragged his heavy body out of the room after Neville left for a few minutes.When passing the Mirror of Erised, he saw the picture again: Voldemort lying down in front of the majestic Hogwarts Castle.Harry looked away and started walking back to the Slytherin dungeon.

Harry didn't know why he had come out this night.Until he walked down the stairs and back to the cellar, his mind was still blank.

There was no heat in the slippers, and there was a soft "rustle" sound when they stepped on the ground.

Harry walked into the Slytherin common room with the air-conditioning in the corridor.After the stone wall was closed, the air-conditioning was still sticking to his pajamas, slippers, and invisibility cloak.

Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak off his body, and the fabric, cold as water, slowly materialized in the air.

He warmed up in front of the fireplace for a long time before he dared to go upstairs.

Harry pushed the door open as cautiously as when he was going out, and with a few rolls of his eyes, he could see the situation in the room clearly—everything was the same as when he left.After confirming this, he tiptoed in and closed the door without making a sound.

Harry stood in the room, let out a breath, and finally let go of the heart he had been holding.

However, it seems to be stuck in the chest, being held into a ball by something and jumping in the cramped space.

Harry rubbed his eyes. For some reason, his eyes were so sore that it seemed that he had been crying for a long time, and it seemed that he was about to cry.

He was lying on the bed with his arms across his eyes, a single tear seeping into the soft fabric of his pajamas.Then his tears started to flow like light rain when there was a fog in early spring, out of control.

But Harry didn't know why, why was he crying?why cryEven though he was crying, he didn't dare to cry loudly and embarrassingly.

He always thought that in these 11 years—or these 29 years—he had grown to be strong enough to face danger, enemies, and death!No matter in the previous world or in the changed world afterward.

But... a small whimper escaped Harry's throat, like a kitten deprived of warmth, and thoughts flooded his head - but I couldn't face a boy like the old Harry Potter !I can't face a boy who is burdened with things that cannot be chosen, and who is inexplicably crowned with the title of "survivor" or "savior", crying in front of a mirror that can only reflect false and psychedelic, sinking!I'd feel—feel like Harry Potter killed his parents and robbed him of his peaceful life!

Harry sniffed, suddenly unable to contain his disgust at himself.He thought of the image reflected by the Mirror of Erised, but he didn't know if it was really his inner desire.If yes, then why is he not in that picture?If not, then everything was exactly as he had expected it to be...Hogwarts was undamaged, no casualties, and Voldemort was still dead.

As Harry thought about it, his head was already starting to feel a little dizzy.

Although I don't know what I really want in my heart, Harry thought with difficulty in his chaotic head, but I can't completely believe that what is reflected in a mirror must be what I really want...

The sound of regular and gentle breathing gradually sounded in the room, and Harry fell asleep exhausted.

But at this moment, also on the bed, Draco, who Harry thought had been sleeping all this time, opened his eyes, frowning tightly.

Draco didn't know why he had been a light sleeper since he went to Hogwarts, and the slightest sound could wake him up suddenly, let alone the sound coming from his bedside.

Draco looked at Harry who was already sound asleep, not knowing exactly what kind of feeling was in his heart, what kind of thoughts were in his head.All he knew was that from the day he knew Harry, he had never seen Harry cry.

And he didn't want Harry to cry, for whatever reason...

Draco didn't know why he had such thoughts, and he was also frightened by his own thoughts.But it's a pity but fortunately, he didn't think deeply about this idea.

At first, when Harry went out with the Invisibility Cloak at night, he didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought it was because of children's love for novel gifts and possessiveness or other similar things. This is normal, and he has it from time to time.But he didn't expect that Harry not only stayed outside for almost two hours before returning, but also began to sob softly while lying on the bed.

Draco really panicked when he heard Harry sobbing, he didn't know whether he should pretend to be comforted by just waking up or what, but in the end he hesitated for a while and decided that it would be better to continue pretending to be asleep like this .

He thought, Harry must not want others to see him cry.

Draco rolled over sullenly, looking at Harry's black eyelashes.

After this night, he suddenly felt that he didn't really know Harry that well. It should be said that what he knew was what Harry liked, what he liked to eat, and some simple little secrets...but the little secrets would not let Harry Li such.

This feeling had been there since the first day of school, but it was so strong for the first time, so strong that he wanted to shake Harry up and ask what was wrong!What can't be said!

Why do you have to bear such pain alone...

Draco just felt that there was no pain in the world that could compare to the pain he was feeling right now.The friend who grew up with him seems to be a different person?Everything about him seemed like a stranger who made himself completely ignorant... At the beginning, he just didn't know why Harry could use the silent spell, but he didn't ask, but he had been working hard since that day to read books and learn various things. All kinds of spells, practiced desperately behind the scenes every day.

What made Draco feel even more uncomfortable was that it was normal for others not to know about these things, but why did he, who can be said to be with Harry day and night, not know about it!Obviously best friends...

Draco suddenly felt that he understood Harry's behavior of secretly crying before, because now he was a little bit wronged and wanted to cry,

But he just rubbed his nose hard twice.

Draco couldn't guess what Harry was thinking at all now, and he seemed to know what was going to happen before he quarreled with himself.Arguing with himself, disagreeing with the whole Slytherin, and making friends with those Gryffindors after he was dismounted... all this gave Draco a feeling that it was all in Harry's plan.

Although those guys in Gryffindor can barely be said to be good... He thought of the snowball fight together before, and added reluctantly.

To sum it all up, it was as if Harry had jumped from just turning 11 to a more mature and unfamiliar age he didn't know.The 11-year-old Harry in the middle disappeared suddenly, and became a guy with all kinds of strange ideas in his head but wearing Harry's skin.

This kind of Harry also opened a door for him, a door that was opened and the sunlight that came in broke his original thoughts day by day.Harry and those people had told him with facts that everything was not what he had been taught and believed to be.

In the wizarding world in the past few hundred years, the idea passed down by word of mouth from father to son is actually objective and one-sided.

Draco thought, thought...everything, thought, all over his head, and slowly, he began to feel like his head was a pot of Chaos potion with flour in it.

Harry woke up at noon the next day as expected.

Under Harry's stare, the clock hanging on the wall continued to walk slowly, from nine to twelve.Hearing the non-stop sound of the second hand made Harry not have the courage to continue lying down under the covers.

Thanks for the holiday... Harry simply put on a coat and went to wash his face and brush his teeth, thinking about the dark mass he saw swimming past the window when he was half asleep before, and he didn't know if it was his hallucination.

The most satisfying thing about Christmas is that there will be steaming hot food in the lounge at any time, and usually only rely on stealing.

When Harry walked across the landing wrapped in a large coat, he glanced down uncontrollably out of the corner of his eye, and was not surprised to see a light blond head with hair combed back meticulously.

"Hey," Harry ran straight to Draco after going downstairs, bent down to click on his book, and asked curiously, "Draco, what book are you reading?"

Draco began by saying something that Harry couldn't understand at all, with a strange rhythm.

"……What did you say?"

Draco leaned back in the armchair, sitting gracefully, "Latin," he reached out and flipped a page of the book, "English means, "A Brief History of Magic."

"Oh." Harry sat down on the sofa opposite him, took off his slippers, then put his legs on the sofa and covered them with his coat, "Draco, bring that bacon to my side .”

Draco picked up the plate in front of him and put it on Harry's side. He pretended to hold it for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Harry, do you know what book this is?"

Harry looked up at him, intending to answer the question, but when he looked up, he saw Draco looking extremely handsome in a loose sweater and a pair of simple and stylish trousers, and blurted out: "Hey, Draco, you're wearing the love sweater my mother knitted! It's such a beautiful color, isn't it grey?"

"Do you know the book I just mentioned?" Draco asked again in a somewhat aggressive tone, unwilling to be changed so easily.

"Oh, books." Harry picked up a fork and picked up a piece of bacon. "It sounds like the name should be a book about the history of magic. I have read a lot of books since I was a child." He added after finishing speaking A sentence, "Although most of the content is the same."

Hearing Harry's bacon-smelling words while eating, Draco was sure he hadn't read the book, because he didn't even know the difference between "A Brief History of Magic" and "A Brief History of Magic".

"Take a look when you have time, I recommend you to watch it." Draco said.

Harry, who was chewing something, nodded "Mmmm".

Harry was huddled on the sofa in his pajamas and coat, with a roaring fireplace to his right.Compared to him, Draco's trousers didn't even have any creases.

Harry forked a baked potato, then looked up at Draco, who was almost buried in the book, and smiled silently...Anyway, reading books is beneficial, and Draco should read more books, of course.

As for Draco, he glanced at the plate with bacon out of the corner of his eye between the pages of a book - a small half was missing.

Harry is such a good eater anytime.he thinks.

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"Yesterday is a history, tomorrow is a mystery; today is a gift. That'swhy it's called the present."

People can't live in the past, the past has become history; people can't live in the future, the future is still very mysterious; today is the only real reality we can grasp!

——Animated film "Kung Fu Panda"

☆、Mirror of Erised II

On the morning of the fourth day of the holiday, Harry was up early enough to have a proper breakfast, but it was thanks to Draco's tough wake-up policy on him.The snow that fell on Christmas Day had almost melted by now, and the whole playground was wet with some unmelted snow and ice. Harry glanced at the window and decided not to go out immediately.

There were a little more people in the auditorium than he had imagined. Harry looked left and right to see what delicious food was on the table, and suddenly heard someone calling him.

It's Neville.

"Oh, Harry." Neville and Ron sat at the table, and the plates in front of them were full of food, "Thank you for giving me the "Great Illustrated Book of Aquatic Plants", I like it so much Already!"

"You're welcome." Harry was simply passing by the Gryffindor long table, but he had to stop when he glanced at Neville, "Neville, have you not had a rest recently? Too much homework ? Isn't it still Christmas..."

Harry looked at Neville suspiciously, and then at Ron. Ron shrugged at Harry and was about to say something, but Neville interrupted him.

Ron took a bite of the bread angrily.

"It's nothing," Neville said with a smile, and Harry noticed that his eyes were dark. "Some good things have happened in the past two days, so I'm too excited to sleep..."

"Oh, that's it." Harry nodded to him, but all kinds of thoughts came to him, but he didn't have the position to criticize Neville for indulging in illusions, "Pay attention to your body." Harry finally said to Neville, Draco I've been watching this from Slytherin for a long time, "I'm going to eat first, if there is anything I can help, please don't be polite to me."

Neville and Ron nodded together.

That night, Harry went to bed early, and he planned to take advantage of the Christmas holiday to recharge his batteries and prepare for the future.

Harry fell into a drowsy sleep for a while, and he pulled the covers up and rolled over.

It was also at this time that Neville came out of the portrait hole and walked towards the room where the Mirror of Erised was placed.Thank you Filch for slacking off over Christmas, otherwise Neville would have gone to polish the shiny trophies in the trophy room for breaking the curfew.

Harry licked his chapped lips, and kicked the quilt twice to let the cool breeze in.

Neville must have met Dumbledore by now... Harry thought dazedly, but after turning around, this question was once again left behind, and it only flashed for a moment.

As soon as Harry woke up the next morning, he had just sat up in bed when Draco complained that he had gone to his side during the night when he slept.It doesn't matter, Draco said, except that you're kicking people as well as grabbing them.

Of course Harry couldn't admit it, he was unreasonable, and tried to argue that he slept honestly, especially yesterday, he didn't even have a dream.

Draco expressed a bit of disdain for what could only be described as a rogue behavior.He glared at Harry, then gave up on the subject.

Sometimes time is as long and difficult as the most difficult potion to grind, and sometimes it is like a sip of iced pumpkin juice in a leisurely summer, the coolness will soon pass.

On the last day of Christmas, Harry met Hermione, who hadn't seen him for a whole short holiday, at dinner, but she was obviously more excited than him.

"Harry, Harry!" Hermione called him twice happily, with a bright smile on her face, "Thank you for your book! I read it for three days in a row, it's really amazing!"

"As long as you like it," Harry said with a smile.

Ron looked at Neville, then at Hermione, and asked in surprise, "Harry gave you all books?"

Hermione looked at him with a "weird question you're asking" look.

"Don't look at me that way," said Ron, "but I prefer the Charlie Cannon models to the books, and I'm not a nerd like you two."

Hermione glared at him, and was about to say something, but Neville stepped forward and said, "Hermione and I are not nerds, we are just interested in certain knowledge." Neville's tone was a little excited.

"You are not interested, you are talented." Hearing Neville's words, Hermione was also a little excited.

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